Friday, July 4, 2014

Doublehanded 1,400nm to Paradise!
(Auckland, NZ)- The sailing adventures of the J/111 DJANGO continue
“down under” in Auckland, NZ. Sailed by her owner Andrew Reid and with
Doyle Sails NZ sailmaker Andrew Pilcher aboard, they continue to push
the envelope of success in the New Zealand offshore world against top
custom boats purpose-built for certain types of racing.

Andy Pilcher recently provided yet another riveting report from the
front-lines about their experience, a great story from an excellent
sailing duo.

“Who remembers the 1995 Rugby World Cup Semi-Final between the All
Blacks and England? The one where Jonah Lomu ran rampant right through
the whole team and scored four tries, including that most memorable one
where he bowled right over the top of Mike Catt?

Keith Quinn, the veteran broadcaster with decades of experience, was so
lost for words that all he could say – live on air – was “Jonah. JONAH.
Oh!!! Oh!!!!!”

That’s what we were looking at during the Auckland Fiji Race after
almost 1,400nm and nearly a week of racing. Two middleweights standing
toe to toe, slugging it out, neither giving an inch. In the White
corner we have Django Racing, the younger, better looking of the two,
dancing and jabbing, sticking and moving, trying to wear their opponent
down. In the (toxic) Lime Green corner, the clever old veteran, gnarled
by age and years of fighting, and looking, searching for the knockout
blow.

The bout started off in a typically brutal manner, with both fighters
taking a beating during the first four rounds (days). Eventually things
calmed down a bit, and a searching, tactical battle was underway.
Django scored the first major points with a swift left hook, right
across Squealer’s nose, early in the fifth. They thought this could
give them a decent advantage, but you don’t get to be older and wiser
without learning a few dirty tricks, and sure enough, the pugilists from
Tauranga Bridge Marina eventually wore them down and scored a few back
themselves.

Deep into the sixth round, the fighters got up close and personal after
fighting blind for most of the bout; after that, it was all on!

The teams stood right in each others faces, neither one wanting to let
the other slip away and gain an advantage. No one let up, with stamina
and endurance being pushed to the absolute limit. Both teams pushing
harder than they ever thought possible, somehow finding reserves of
energy they didn’t realize they had.

Squealer used all their collective years of cunning to gain an advantage
late in the seventh, and it looked like this would carry them to a
famous victory. But Django wasn’t giving up that easily, and with
barely a minute to the final bell pulled their last move of the fight,
launching a straight right across the face of Squealer, seemingly
dropping them on their arse for the final time. Surely there was
nothing left to give, but Squealer had other ideas.

They picked themselves up off the canvas and launched one final assault
on the young pretenders. Django tried holding them off with a series of
jabs, but Squealer countered with a brutal right hook just on the final
bell.

So who won? Well, it took a while for the ref’s decision to come in and
it was eventually announced over the public address system (also known
as the VHF Radio) that Squealer had taken out the narrowest of points
victories – beating Django by 10 seconds!! (note- after 1,400nm of
sailing over 6.5 days!)

Both fighters fell to the floor, exhausted, before picking themselves up
one final time for an embrace that lasted well into the night.

After a race that lasted just a few hours shy of a full weak and some
1370 NM, Squealer really did beat us over the line by 10 seconds. This
photo was taken from the finish boat, showing their nose crossing the
line, with us barely a boat-length behind.

It was hard to comprehend at the time what we were involved in, but for
all of us, this was the race of a lifetime, and it was only more
poignant because of the battle raging between two boats full of good
friends. I have known some of these guys for the best part of 20 years,
and can genuinely say that we could not have hoped to be beaten by a
better team.

For those that don’t know, the DDF Syndicate that owns Squealer is a
team of seven mates, most of whom are old school friends from Tauranga.
This is the third boat they’ve owned, over a period of around 15 years,
with their ultimate goal of competing in an offshore race.

That dream was cruelly cut down just 120 miles from the finish of last
years race to Fiji, when the mast fell down as they were pushing hard
for an overall win.

So to see the joy on their faces at the finish line really did make
everything worthwhile, and (almost) made us forget our awful first half
of the race!

Well done guys, it was an absolute pleasure trying to knock the crap out
of you, and we cannot wait to do it again. Django Racing out.” Thanks
for the contribution from SailingAnarchy.com.Sailing photo credits- Brad Davies/ LiveSailDie Media.